Stone Soft

Love this:

I am a statue that bleeds
A rock that breathes
I see you fall, and reach out while frozen in place
My cold heart beats vitally
For the objects of my devotion
I love them with my distance
While remaining in solitude
The seasons change around me
Fair weather puppets dance gracefully
I watch from afar
To interfere would make it all disappear
The souls of those objects would wither away
To the dust that clings to my flawless face
I continue to exist on my eroding foundation of life
I stand guard
A living statue in a dying world